ever the better

Simon is on a not horrible rotation that doesn't require him to get to the hospital at a "isn't it technically still night time?" hour and so I've been able to get up and run sans covered wagon and company in the morning while he showers and listens for the roosters which has been really great.  If you ever see some bunhead running with a permagrin and blaring 90's technotronic trash on her ancient pod ... be sure to say hello.

But this morning before I was able to secure my winter hat and zip up my turtleneck fleece (what? 58 degrees is not exactly balmy t-shirt weather in my reptiley book) Sebastian woke up and instead of falling for my signature quickly-throw-a-bottle-in-his-mouth-and-noiselessly-change-his-diaper-without-removing-pampered-bebe-from-cage maneuver he turned the urine fountain on full force at the perfect in between diapers moment and my shocked curses woke him up completely and my selfish road warrior time was ruined. And the fact that he was up and ready to rock and unroll paper towel and toilet paper rolls like a pro while making his weird lispy "sssssssssssssssssstttttthhhhhhhhh" sounds royally screwed up my master "the children must nap at the same time or I will die" plan. He even took his ugly morning antics so far as to ninja-bite me on the thigh and draw blood while I was looking at something very timely and important on my phone.

And yet after alllllllllllllllll that ...

he's still managed to steer incredibly clear of the "second favorite" position.


Crazy.